I made a non-historical kokoshnik the other year, it was in a Helsinki Opera Box production of Tsarevitch

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I made a non-historical kokoshnik the other year, it was in a Helsinki Opera Box production of Tsarevitch
Hey, y’all! Did you know? Asexuality is valid, too!
PATCHES OF RICH SOIL AND GRASS LEAPT FROM THE EARTH by the thunderous force of two horses galloping through the fields and the forests of rus, and though dionysus had taken the lead on his black stallion, it was at the final stretch of their race that he ever so carefully nudged on the reins, slowing his horse just enough to trail behind prince ivan without cause for question. but why would he feel so inclined to allow his comrade to best him ?
BECAUSE WINNING WAS A TRVIAL VICTORY, when losing offered him the stolen pleasure to watch in boyish wonder the way ivan’s curling clusters of hair ran loose through the whispering wind, like golden-rich wisps of honey wheat. and best of all was perhaps the heart-fluttering flash of a self-satisfied grin when they finally came to halt by the lush green bank of a bubbling spring.
❛ I DEMAND TO KNOW WHAT YOU’RE FEEDING THAT HORSE. there can be no other explanation for this constant humiliation, ❜ the prince laughed, burying the sting of desire from his chest to shake ivan’s hand with a firm grip that wouldn’t linger too long. ❛ -- -- or perhaps it’s the sunlight that blinds me, and familiarity with the land that guides you. we should try again when the night falls. i’d like to see how good of a sport you really are then. ❜
❦. @tsarevitch
slipping away from celebrations was no easy task when the celebrated party in question was yourself . & when the celebration was your coronation . the entire population of the kingdom seemed adamant on having an exchange with their new king , nobles shook his hand in an unbroken chain , the smile , at this point , was frozen on his face . & somehow sylvain had found a way to refill the champagne flute dimitri clung to which , under normal circumstances , would be declined by him .
tonight he was thankful for it .
leaning against the balustrade of the most vacant balcony dimitri had been able to find , eyes closed & his head tipped towards the sky , one hand holding on to the crown lest it slipped off & tumbled into the sea . an amusing thought with less than amusing consequences .
he blinked lazily when someone approached , eyes taking longer than ordinary to adjust & oh , maybe he should have told sylvain to stop at some point . if the red tint of his cheeks & ears had not been a warning sign already .
❛❛ ivan ! ❜❜ the man he had come to associate with sunshine & maybe the least expected companion to have stuck around until the end . ❛❛ come here . & dance with me . please . ❜❜ uncertain where the demand had come from - but in this moment on this balcony , a little more than slightly tipsy & euphoric it seemed the best idea he had ever had . / @tsarevitch / sc
𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐋𝐒, spine pressed to damp bark and moss that breathed the scent of rotten cypress. “ if you have come here to hunt me, capture the wicked witch, let me ask you: what if she is more great than you ? what if your pretty, sharp toys cannot cut her skin ? what would you do with the beast if she had her jaws clamped around your throat ? ”
@tsarevitch liked for a starter.
@tsarevitch liked for a lyric starter / small! ( x )
“ For what is a man ? what has he got ? if not himself, then he has naught. not to say the things that he truly feels, nor to say the words of someone who kneels. ”
i like that you're broken, broken like me - maybe that makes me a fool. i like that you're lonely, lonely like me. i could be lonely with you. there's something tragic, but almost pure. think i could love you, but I'm not sure. there's something wholesome, there's something sweet - tucked in your eyes that I'd love to meet. / @tsarevitch - ivan luchik & dimitri alexandre blaiddyd / accepting requests !
my dearest husband ivan,
today has been a terribly dull day. lords & ladies & dukes & duchesses have chosen this otherwise rather ordinary day to approach me with the wildest of inquiries & requests. & one marriage proposal to which i had to tell the poor woman that i was still happily married. she seemed quite scandalized.
i have come to the conclusion that ordinarily, your fearsome presence alone keeps them at bay, so i must beg you to make a haste in your return to fhirdiad for i am afraid i can’t possible bear another day of this. that, & your son whose eyes grow more watery each time i have to tell him his father has not yet returned. if not for my sake, do it for his, i beg you.
don’t worry too much, though. he was quite easily distracted by the promise of chocolate cake. we do not currently have chocolate cake, however, so in two to three hours i shall face a much graver issue than before. i have made mistakes & am soon to be passed judgement on.
i hope your trip, at least has been a success.
love you always,
dimitri
ps: on the second page, you will find a portrait of you, drawn by a four year old. he insisted on showing it to you right away, try not to lose it. / @tsarevitch got something happy for once / accepting !